" Who're you?"
" ... I'm Lyena."
The man in front of him gave him an unbearably harsh look.
" You're not... Lyena-Ifrit."
" I'm not."
He looked over at the Lorn, as though for guidance.
" Introduce Lyena to the workings of the fleet," he said shortly, and then left.
They stared at each other for a while.
" ... My youngest brother is around your age. Would you be more comfortable speaking with him?"
" It doesn't matter."
" Do you have any questions for me?"
" ...We're on temporary ceasefire with the Landan front, aren't we?"
He looked a little surprised that Nova had asked such a question.
" Well, yes."
" How should I go about dismantling Lyena's fleet before it ends? ...I don't want to continue fighting for something he didn't even believe in..."
The man stiffened, staring down at him.
" ... We can discuss more complex matters later on."